You look like you're in pain. You look so tired and worn down,
That is what you say to me. And I nod. I agree. I am in pain. I am broken. I am worn down.
I understand completely,
You continue. I know you don't. I know that you've never been to the point where you can't cry anymore. Where you can't breathe. Where you can't do anything. You don't know pain until you're staring at yourself in the mirror, with hate in your eyes and self loathing in your soul. You don't know pain until you've finally snapped and fallen apart. Fallen apart to a mess of tears and ugly sobs. You lock yourself in your room so no one can see you. You turn your music up so loud it hurts, and so it drowns out your demons. You allow yourself a while to build back up your wall, put back on your armor, and cover your face in a mask. You don't know pain unless you've gone, and walked away like nothing ever happened. You don't know pain.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
I'm Sad
AcakI feel sad. A lot. This is what goes on in my head sometimes. I don't know why anyone else would care, but some people can dig this.
